Last month I saw this shirt on Facebook. They were asking more than I was willing to spend, so I saved a picture.
This week I made my plans for my alternate therapy - I am going home to Nova Scotia.
Just how did this Maritime girl end up in Ontario? When I was working in Halifax, way back in the 60's, I met a sailor who happened to come from Windsor, Ontario. We got married and had two sons (the second one just celebrated his 50th birthday on Aug. 23). Himself did not like being away from his family so much because his ship went to sea a lot so the decision was made not to re-enlist. We moved to Ontario because he felt he had a better chance of finding a job. I was not thrilled to be leaving 'home' but over time I have re-adjusted. Our daughter was born in Windsor.
When we were making our plans to leave Nova Scotia, Himself promised my father that the children and I would come home once a year. The promise was kept. Until I had to pay for the boys, we flew. Sometimes if his vacation was right, we drove. We took the train a time or two. If we made it to Nova Scotia, my father helped pay for the return trip. After our daughter was born, my parents made their first trip to Ontario.
Dad and Mom are both gone now but my sister lives in the family home and my brother is right next door. Next Wednesday morning at 5:30, I am boarding a train and heading home for a couple weeks. I won't arrive in Amherst until Thursday afternoon and usually the train is late but my sister will be waiting for me. We will have a good time together.
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